Okay, c’mere. ‘Cuz the holidays are nearly upon us. These times are a concoction of many emotions and experiences and some are pretty good. But some have you “accidentally”... Read More
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… on a nutty day turned good
Yesterday got away from me. I’d left the house at about 9 am, heading north to Beth’s to order a turkey. I was probably about 45 minutes from home... Read More
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… on meeting a bombogenesis
Bombogenesis! No I am not kidding! That is what happened to us the other night… well, us and a million or so other Mainers (Maine-iacs, Maine-iacals, Maine-sters, okay-I’ll-stop). Also... Read More
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… on seagull jealousy
I woke up to a seagull screech That turned into a fight I guessed it was a morning tiff Continued from last night. Heard something ’bout ‘the perfect... Read More
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… on home making
The other morning, Granny and I were sitting in the Vampire Room* sipping our coffee and talking about nothing, though everything was not off limits. At one point, I... Read More
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… on love in the time of (potential) cholera
As I’d mentioned, it’s our first fall in Maine and it happens to be a strange one. Usually, by the end of October, the foliage has already peaked and... Read More
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… on a busy mind calmed
Last week was a crazy sad and frightening and bewildering week, for sure. For me, the more public news of the horrors in Las Vegas, and the death of... Read More
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… on waves
Waves have it hard. I mean, we treat them as if they are hard. Especially big ones. They don’t touch or caress or embrace… They crash, And pound, And batter the rocks and... Read More
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… on a day and a night of tailgating
The other day I was up early and I can’t remember why. Oh no wait. I was up early to bring Gronk* down to the car place to have... Read More
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… on the needs of my seasoned soul
My friend Kim is an amazing mom, cook, yoga do-er and instructor (she has only instructed me once and I laughed my way through the whole thing), athlete, friend,... Read More
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… on falling too fast
This is the first September we’ve spent in Maine since we stumbled across The Inn* (and made the ‘holy-cow-can-you-believe-we-are-doing-this decision to buy it) more than twelve years ago. For... Read More
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… on an unpermitted business
The dragonflies. They’re back. And, Houston? We have a problem. Because I think I’m running an un-permitted brothel. I know. Madam Dingle. It’s like a bunch of sex-crazed... Read More